"Been waiting, hyung?"

A languid and calm voice. It was Lee Sa-young.

Uijae froze next to the bed. The dark figure standing against the light rustled as he took off his coat. The way he hung it on a hook and rolled up his shirt sleeves looked terribly familiar.

"I came early today… didn’t have much to do."

Uijae watched his hands closely. The gloves…

Only one was on.

Good, at least he found the right place. He let out a small sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Sa-young stepped toward the bed and looked down at the lump beneath the blanket. The crimson lighting cast a dark shadow across his striking face. Suddenly, a thought crossed Uijae’s mind. Come to think of it—